Nightmares are a strange thing.
A regal buffet that lures you in
With its smells and promises of peace.
But instead, it begins to eat you,
And you awake the next morning
Much emptier than when you lay down.
YOU ARE READING
Survive: Collected Poems
Poetry~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
